Being unemployed is hard work.

Unemployed, Day 38

First, I want to make it abundantly clear that the enchiladas I ate for dinner last night were delicious. If I had a pile of them in front of me right now, I’d go to town on them all over again. However, going to see Star Trek at the theater right after eating said enchiladas was probably a bad idea.

Other than the occasional butt-clenched mad-dash to the bathroom, I thought Star Trek was pretty darn good, once I got over that Sylar guy’s thinner eyebrows and pointy ears. Really, I just wanted to see him finger-slice somebody’s skull off just once. I think the film stayed true to the personalities of the original characters and threw in just enough nerdcheese to keep the trekkies happy.

As for the job hunt, well, whaddaya want me to say? It’s tough. It seems like there is less opportunity out there now than there was even a month ago. Either that or I’ve exhausted all possible job options. There just isn’t any jobs left for me to apply. A big part of me wants to pack everything we own into a U-Haul and drive it to a new town in a new state, anywhere will do, and see if we can wipe the slate clean and start our lives over. And I absolutely would do that, if it weren’t for this massive debt following me around. No matter where I go, it would find me.

Richmond, you are an odd little city. Know that? You’ve got just the right mix of hipster and conservative, corporation and small business, creative thinkers and good ‘ol boys. I want to be here. My wife wants to be here. Let’s make it work. You give me a job, and I’ll work hard to keep my life’s story from taking place anywhere else.

Better get going – I’m off to the mall job for a few hours then to a POOL PARTY. Because nothing kicks off summer like my pasty white gut.

This is Day 38, folks. Stomach is still all rumbly. See you at the pool, suckas.